Feels a bit like fall today. I need a summer story. Oh look! Here's one!
"The ferry can't dock until the next high tide. And that's not until seven-thirty tomorrow morning."
Oooh! Spending the night together someplace!
It hurts even more when I think about the last time we were stuck on an island together.
Yes. That *was* quite delicious...
"There's a B&B up the hill," he shouts in our direction. "You can get a room there."
Oooh! Cozy accomodations!
"Because we need to talk."
<nods>
"Stranded us here. This interview was your idea. You knew the ferry schedule. You knew we'd get stuck here, didn't you?"
Now that could be fun!
But, I'm gonna go with he had no idea.
even if I never trust him with my heart again.
But no, he knew it was me before he opened the door or he would have put on his glasses.
Good point.
Oh god, oh god -- I'm alone with Clark in a romantic hotel room.
And then, in a week or a month or next year, something's going to happen that makes him freak out and he'll break my heart all over again. I can't be friends with him. I can't be anything with him.
You were right. I knew the ferry schedule.
Naughty, Clark!
He's only two steps away. Two steps that could change both our lives. Two steps that mean I trust him again. Two steps that will seal my fate, one way or another.
Love this!
Delightful little tale. My only quibble is that it had to end.
